Kira keep quite as best as she could as she readied her grenade launcher as soon as the group came in to view of the Glassworks, even if they would do this mission with stealth she liked to be prepared for when things did go wrong and they needed to fight their way out of this place with their target in tow.

Kira stayed to the back of the group when they entered the insides and Kes made a sign and spoke in the strange tongue, staying and holding as shown by the big gryphon. When he returned and showed two talons she with a small click of a button switched of the safety of launcher, she would be ready to act fire support and was only waiting for the word from Trail before she would act.

Trails nodded at Kes' handsign and thought for a moment. No way, would anything he had punch through their armor and take them out silently. Only time he used his old trench knife was to open a tin of meat for Brutus, no way it'd get through the carapace. Kes' Hellsing would fit the bill, but one shot didn't help them much. He found himself wishing for a thunderstorm that would never come, and a pair of night eye goggles he'd never get.

He raised his a forehoof in the air, and spun it. The old sign for "go loud".

Kira nodded to Trail as she got the sign from him and moved in to position, time to do what the gryphoness did best make things go poop. Not being able to see the targets waited until she would get a clear view on to the two targets that Kes had spotted, she was not really sure about where they was located so she let her eyes scan the area for them. Even if her grenades could not really break though the armour she had hear the Enclave used she could probably still make them hurt and disorient them from the shock which would leave them open for the rest of the group.

Seeing the signal Kestrel nodded and silently as he could reached back and pulled out the weapon he felt best to use in this situation.

Hellsing.

This would be practically the first test of the weapon on live targets other than game since Kestrel had acquired the ultra-rare weapon back in Fillydelphia.

Giving the weapon a few pumps to make sure it was properly pressurized, Kestrel took aim. He'd heard rumors of the weapons power over the years. How even power armor wasn't enough to stop the silent bolts of death and steel that the weapon sent out each time it fired.

The fact that Kes could also over pressurize it and deal even more damage just made things better...he'd hold off on that for now though. Even if the order was for 'go loud' Kes wanted to see if he could take these two out without much issue.

With a near silent hiss, Hellsing burst into life, spitting out first one then another bolt of hardened, sharpened steel. Each shot was aimed at the throat, one bolt for each of the enclave sentries. The way Kestrel saw it if he could hit both the bucks in the throat, that would at the least silence the two, allowing for a quick series of follow up shots or even melee kills.

Quick. Clean. Efficient. Just the way he liked things.

(Two Silent attacks with Hellsing, one for each guard. Aimed at the throat. Hit chance boosted to 65 due to Luna Sight, other specs in Sig~)

Scraps had continued his tradition of staying quiet and following after the tougher members of the group as the moved forward towards their target. Keeping all of his pessimistic thoughts inside his head as he ran along with the others.

When they came upon the enclave soldier he ducked into position and drew his Lightning pistol, not that it would punch through their armour, and prepared to fire when necessary.

In a split second the hallway went from still to a violent frenzy. The sparks from Kes' bolt as it buried itself in the trooper's chest were enough to give the rest of the squad a target. Before they could figure out they were being fired on the Troopers found themselves on the receiving end of a whole lot of hurt.

Bell's pistol may be small but it hit hard, punching straight through the other trooper's visor. Then Trails entered the fray, firing his brush gun twice at the unlucky bastard with a bolt in his sternum. His luck continued to rear its ugly head as a .45-70 slug buried itself deep in his torso. Though fate did decide to give him a break, as the other bullet missed and Kestrel's hellsing jammed as he took aim on his partner.

Kestrel frowned mentally as his gun gave a distinct 'clink' noise, the cylinder refusing to twist sideways. Jammed. Recalling what he knew about the weapons operation Kestrel pushed a small catch forward and pulled the cylinder forward twisting it a quarter turn clockwise, then resetting it. It gave a nice click and upon pulling the trigger a half squeeze, the griffons rifle functioned without issue. Another lethal bolt sliding into position before

Luckily the Enclave down the hall had been brought to their knees before they could do much else aside from gurgle and stare in shock. Finishing this fight was going to be easy.

Shame it was going to have to be loud.

Pumping his Hellsing up to its max pressure, Kestrel overcharged the weapon, the tank hissing lightly as the bleed valved kicked in to vent the excess pressure. He only had a few seconds to make theses shots.

Without a moments delay he took aim at the same pegasai he'd managed to impale before, squeezing the trigger and let another bolt fly.

Unlike last time the Hellsing barked audibly as it fired off its lethal payload, the bolt whizzing through the air much faster than before. The first one was aimed at the already impaled bucks head. His partner, again, would receive the same treatment.

It seemed the first sneak attack from Kes had not really finished the job with the Enclave soldier, which was not really surprising for powered armoured troopers but they had put the hurt on them with the first wave of attacks. Now it was the gryphoness turn as she took and aimed the grenade luncher at the two soldiers, it was time to finish these two quickly before more reinforcements could get to them before the group moved on. There was the sound of a 'thump' as Kira let a of the explosive grenades flying at the soldiers not really caring where on them they hit on them, the strong suit with explosives having a kill radius.

Kes quickly made up for his jam, finishing off the buck he and Trails had wounded. As the next hellsing bolt tore through the blinded trooper's torso Kira decided overkill was best kill and blew them to hell with a 40mm grenade. Still, luck absolutely hated these bucks, so he didn't get to die just yet. No, he got to cook inside his smoking armor for the next few seconds while Trails took aim. Two cracks and his heart finally stopped.

"Reload, get ready to move out on my word." Trails said as he lifted a rifle off of the skewered pegasus.

Kestrel silently trotted forward, looking over the dead bucks and taking his own share of loot. He did not however take one of the enclaves signature weapons, no, instead he took back whatever bolts he could.

That was one of the biggest advantages of the Hellsing, ammo was easy to make, and even eaiser to resuse. Unlike a cartridge which needed powder, bullets, primers, and other such things; Hellsing Bolts were basically just well tempered scrap metal...and to reuse them all you had to do was pull them free from your target and move on.

Reloading what bolts had survived, and leaving behind the rest, Kestrel gave his rifle a few pumps to make sure it was up to full pressure before nodding his readiness to move to Trails.

Winter holstered her weapon once more when the battle had finished. She was surprised that one of her shots had smashed the visor on one of the armored ponies since she had thought it was too weak to make any real difference. But she was glad she was able to help in some other way, rather then the usual bringing ponies back from the brink of death kinda thing.

Kira reloaded the only grenade she had used and ejected the spent shell from the previous shot. She watched as the ponies gathered them self after the short fight and reloaded their weapons, well there was no need to put down her launcher again as the entire area knew that where here now.

Scraps put his weapons back into their spots as the others finished off the soldiers. They never had a chance. Scraps hadn't even gotten to shoot before the others had finished off the unfortunate duo. Now he just waited to move on again when Trails gave the word or signal or whatever.

Trails levered his brush gun as he loaded the final shell into place. The Enclave dead at their feat had gone down easy, an unusual twist of luck. No doubt the next encounter would be much harder. With a whistle he ordered the group to move out and started off towards the CEO's office, certain that's where any officer would insist they were boarded.

The hallways of the Glassworks were still and the stench of milldew hung in the air, the floor squeaking as they passed. The eerie feeling of being watched was a constant companion in Grad, something you got used to. The feeling of walking into an ambush was much the same, but it was harder to rationalize away.

Stealth Roll: Required to Pass: 360 Result: 344

The CEO's office was isolated, the main way to it blocked off by centuries old rubble. The only other path was to cut through the manufacturing floor. An idea Trails wasn't overly fond of. Creeping through the door to the floor he could hear the sound of a squad of Enclave talking. He inched onto the catwalk, hoping to get a better angle on them, maybe get a chance to sneak past them. That idea fell through when the catwalk collapsed out from under him.

The loud shriek of shredding steel echoed through the Glassworks, alerting everyone to their presence. Trails swore loudly as he got up from the wreckage, unhurt but still sore. The Enclave didn't wait for an invitation to attack the isolated earth pony, or his friends stuck up on the catwalks. Half of the troopers strafed Trails, all firing off salvos at the buck. Twin bursts of plasma hit him square in the chest, the rest barely missing, leaving the air smelling of ozone.

The other half split off, picking targets of their own to take care of. Kes got his own plasma gift splashing off his armor, singing the gryphon's feathers. Kira was lucky enough to receive the same treatment. Bell and Scrap's threats pulled away too soon in their strafe, forcing the shots to run wild.

After growling at the familiar burn of plasma Trails got to work returning fire. Aiming at the first buck dumb enough to give him a straight shot on their six, he unleashed hell in the form of a .45-70 round. All three shots ran true, punching through their armor and burrowing into the pegasus' flesh.

Kestrel grimaced as the catwalk gave out and revealed their position, his frown only increasing is size as a blob of superheated plasma smashed into his shoulder and singing his feathers.

Damn...he had hoped the team could have remained undetected.

Looking around Kestrel weighed his options, debating which of his weapons would be best to use in this situation. Hellsing, for all its power and utility, was purely a stealth weapon. It fired far to slow to really be of much use in this fight.

His revolver could work, but Kes had been planning on upgrading it a bit before letting it try tackling power armor. So it too was out of question.

That left two choices, his recently acquired Lightning Claws, or the legendary blade of his native peoples; The Vakara.

Both weapons were totally capable of dishing out punishment and penetrating even the hardened shell of the Enclave Troopers Power Armor, and more importantly both were far faster than the other two options that Kestrel currently had.

Narrowing his eyes and focusing on the nearest Enclave trooper, Kestrel reached up and grabbed hold of the grip of his Vakara, drawing it in a flash of steel and motion; then pushing off in a sprint towards the buck. Once he was close enough Kestrel brought the blade down in a vicious slash aimed at the enclave members neck joint.

But he was not done yet.

Letting the momentum carry him Kestrel spun about bringing his left hand to bear, talons extended and lightning claws flashing and sparking loudly as the enchantments kicked in. A quick slash to the bucks throat, right along the path that his Vakara had taken. Should all go well Kestrels attacks would leave the buck hurting...not to mention electrified.

One advantage of the lightning claws was that aside from being sharp, their enchantment meant that if one got shocked by them, you'd be feeling it for a few seconds more than if it was just a quick jolt. And with lightning running through your veins, those few seconds would be agonizing.

(Two attacks, targeting nearest trooper; Trooper 2 I guess. Once with Vakara, the next with lightning talons. Stats are in Sig.)

Winter's heart sank as Trails fell out of site to the floor, the catwalk going with him. She glanced down and refused to look away until she saw movement, which she did. Relieved she then turned her attention to the fight which broke out almost immediately. She drew out her 357 once more and pointed it at the first target she could find. Winter was not a fighting pony, and the shot required for her to actually harm them was a far cry at best... but as long as she was shooting, a chance remained. She took aim, trying to guess at where they were going to be so she could attempt to shoot out their visors.

(Firing at any available target, aiming for the visor. Firing twice with 357 Magnum, all info in sig)

Scrap swore and may have panicked a little when the catwalk gave out underneath Trails and revealed where they were to the enclave soldiers, who promptly started to shoot at them, scorching a few members of the group with white hot plasma fire.

Luckily the one that was intending to rain plasma fire onto him missed and peeled off. In response Scraps drew his Lightning pistol and aimed it at the nearest enclave pegasus.

Kira let out a cures in her native tongue when she got hit by the barrage of magical plasma, never been hit by such a weapon before she was surprised by how much it burned her even though her own armour it hurt more than she would like.

The gryphoness broth her rifle to bare against the trooped that had just fried its magical energy weapon at her, this would take more thinking that she usually did when it come to explosives as she had to make sure that they other in her group would not get caught in the blast zone of her grenades but still hit her targets.

She took her time before she fired the off two of her grenades at the enclave trooper that had fired at her trying to make sure that even if she missed the blast would at least take care of the trooper, still she was going to direct hits to really blast apart the hard carapace.

(Firing 2 time at Enclave trooper that fired at her with grenade launcher 25AP, dodging any incoming shots 8AP, and reloading 2 shells 4AP. Stats in sig.)

Trails swore loudly as his gun jammed on the next shot. Luckily he had a spare brush gun in his saddle bags, turning the next few seconds into the tense moments of a weapon swap all soldiers knew. Those few seconds were a flurry of activity. Scrap sent a shot in the general direction of the Trooper that attacked him. His miss pissed the pegasus off enough to get their attention. Trails winced, expecting the buck to enter a world of plasma fueled hellfire. Bell derailed that train of pain with her own, sending a .357 round through the buck's visor.

"Holy fucking shit." Trails muttered to himself as he clicked the fresh brush gun into his battle saddle.

The two gryphons had their own skirmishes play out. Kes was squarely the winner of his, despite missing on the first swipe with his blade. The second hit the Trooper with its full brunt, nearly knocking them to the ground, though the buck did manage to squeeze a shot off into the gryphon's chest. Kira had similar luck to Trails', her launcher jamming as soon as she first pulled the trigger. Her clearing was made worse by a Trooper firing a three round burst at her, the plasma splashing in a green corona against her armor.

His backup gun in his saddle Trails got ready to deal out his own damage. He took aim at the trooper attacking Kira and fired. Miss. He took aim again but was side swiped by two shots from an plasma rifle. He swore as he blinked away the blinding green light, tiring quickly of being the primary target.

Winter's eyes widened as her shot took one of them out of the air, killing him as her shot punched through the visor. She immediately felt awful about it and was hit with a feeling of shame as she looked at the body of the fallen pony. But she knew, deep down that it was either us or them, and this was a war. She exhaled deeply before taking up her 357 once more, firing twice again. Aiming for the visors seemed to be working for her at the moment, so she would continue to aim for them.

(Firing at any available target, aiming for the visor. Firing twice with 357 Magnum, all info in sig)

Scraps cursed again as his shot served no purpose other then to make the ponies that were already trying to kill them even more angry; even as the spell matrix in his only weapon strong enough to deal any sort of damaged to the power-armoured pegasi had to recharge leaving him a sitting duck for the one who was about to charge them.

Thankfully Winter's shot punched through the visor and into the pony's skull, turning the inside of the helmet into a mix of blood, brain and bone, not that anyone could see that. Still this bought Scraps enough time for his pistol's spell matrix to recharge enough for him to squeeze off another blast of electric (hopefully) death towards the nearest soldier to menace the group.

Kira cured as her launcher jammed, she must have loaded it wrong from the last engagement but at least it had not explode in her face when she tried to fire it. But not she was stuck without her primary weapon until she could get the round clear but that was not something she wanted to do while she was getting got at by magical plasma.

She cursed again as she felt the blasts of plasma hit her burning her against her armour and even burned though at some points, she would have to get it repaired when she got back to camp again but that was something she would have to think about later now she had a fight on her hands and not try to die.

The gryphoness quickly pulled out her secondary weapons, frag grenades. It might not be the best weapon for her to use but it was better then nothing as it was one of the few weapons she had that could hurt the enclave in there armour.

(Throw one Frag grenade at best viable target Enclave Trooper. Stats in Sig)